Wednesday, August 8, 2012

PCS Hunter AFB, Savannah, GA 53rd Weather Reconnaissance Squadron

I'm getting the hang of how things work in this place called cyberspace. I have started my blog (here) signed up for Twitter, joined groups all over who deal with books such as authors, readers or critics. I feel I need it all. So I think what is needed is another installment of the book. So here it is, a portion of

Chapter 6The First Day of Tomorrow

A few days
later, Niklas woke in the small studio apartment and planted a kiss on his
wife’s forehead.She muttered something
in her half-asleep state and he smiled at her.It was still very early, but he was excited; he was ready for the day
ahead.

Niklas nervously fidgeted with his shirt, ensuring
that it was smoothly tucked before exiting the car and heading for the squadron.He could barely contain the excitement within
him as it bubbled and swelled.

“Hello. I am reporting for my first day of duty.”Niklas told the other man his name and after
a few seconds of flipping through papers on a clipboard, the man looked up at
Niklas.The tag on his chest read A1C
Jacob Riley.He had very fair skin and
hair that was so red it was almost orange.

“Report to hangar eight.The Staff Sergeant will give you direction
from there.”He nodded at Niklas.

“Thank you.”He
was on his way.He did his best to
control his pace, though he wanted to run the long distance leading to his
station.

Just inside the door was another airman holding a
broom.The man smoothly spun the brush,
knocked the head of it on the floor, and caught it as it came up at him.In a millisecond it was hanging in its
designated spot.The man smiled at
him.“Name’s Harold.They call me Harry.”He stuck a hand out at Niklas.“What are you up to?”

“Oh, um,” Niklas shook the out-stretched hand. “I was
given instruction at the squadron to report here.I am supposed to see the Staff Sergeant…”
Niklas paused as a smile tugged at Harry’s lips.The other man turned his back on Niklas.

“Hey Sarge!”Harry yelled as he knocked on the door to the
Nav Aids Room.A moment later it swung open.“Got a rookie out here for ya.”

“What’s your name,
airman?”

“Niklas, Sir.”Niklas stated his last name and the man
nodded.

“Yes, I was expecting
you.Come in.”The man walked back to his desk and, out of
the corner of his eye, Niklas saw Harry take post just outside the door.He thought for a moment about closing it, but
thought better of it.The room was not
what Niklas was expecting.It was large
and he and the sergeant were not alone.“Niklas, this is Rodney.He is
our Tech Sergeant.”The two shook hands
and after the Staff Sergeant was done saying his spiel, Rodney addressed Niklas
again.

“Come on.I’ll show you around.”The tour indoors was short-lived.The space was mostly open and easy to
navigate.There were a few cubicles reserved
for the sergeants and a few desks in an area of the larger room.“One of those will be assigned to you soon,
but for now let’s head out to the flight line.You can take a closer look at one of the planes.”

“Wonderful!” Niklas
felt like a kid in a candy shop.This is
was made all the crap at Keesler and Lackland worthwhile.This is what he had been waiting for.They exited at the opposite end of the
building onto the tarmac.Several planes
were parked down the length of the blacktop.“What type of aircraft will I work on?”

The man pointed in the
direction of large planes.“The
WB-47E.Are you familiar with them?”

Hearing that, Niklas
was able to pick it out of the lineup and nodded.“Yes
Boeing 6 engine bomber, first swept wing aircraft."The man nodded his approval of Niklas’s
statement.Niklas smiled.Life was good and he was right where he was
meant to be. “What are the lines designating,” Niklas asked, pointing to a
series of colored lines which ran long distances across the tarmac.

“You know, I
don’t really know.”Rodney furrowed his
brow in thought and then shook his head as if to dismiss the thought.Niklas made a mental note to look it up or
ask someone else later in the day. Just
as the thoughts were passing through his mind, his head lurched forward and
then came back hard against the seat.He
put a hand to the back of his head and looked to his companion.

“I’m sorry.I
almost forgot.”The man shook his head,
looking a bit distraught.“I have to
call Operations.Oh man, they are going
to wring my neck.”Niklas just nodded,
happy that it wasn’t anything more serious.“Just take a look around for a minute or two.I will be right back to take you on a tour of
the interior, okay?”

“Yes, of course.Take your time.”Niklas smiled at
the man reassuringly.

“I’ll be right back!” Rodney yelled the statement as the
vehicle shifted into gear and sped away in reverse.Niklas began to follow the white line, one
foot carefully planted in front of the other, as if walking across a balance
beam, and then, after a short distance, he hopped onto the yellow line, moving
closer to the magnificent machine.He
paused and stared up at all one hundred-seven feet of it.The wings, which stretched an even more impressive
one hundred sixteen feet, filled his field of vision.“This is amazing,” he said aloud in awe.

“Hey!Hey!Stop right there!”Startled, Niklas turned around to see a
member of the Air Police glaring at him.The man began to move toward him, quickly.

“Wait, I’m…”

“Get down!Down
right now!On the ground!”Niklas gave a look of shock and then did as
the man said without another word.What the hell? It’s my first day and I am
going to be arrested just before it gets interesting.A foreign sound pulled him from his
thoughts.

“…gets better every time.”Niklas sat as he heard the comment mixed with
bouts of riotous laughter.

You have got to be
kidding me!All around him men were
laughing and Niklas wasn’t entirely sure that being arrested would have been
the less desirable outcome.

Rodney climbed from the van and walked up to him,
reaching out a hand.Niklas ignored the
gesture and stood without assistance.He
wiped the dust from his uniform.“Don’t
worry man.We do it to all of the rookies.”He laughed again.“You will get your chance soon enough.”With that, he slapped Niklas on the back.

“But damn, you should have seen your face!”The comment, which spurred more hilarity,
came from a tall lanky AP who could barely control his movement as he laughed.

Seeing anger in his comrade’s eyes, Rodney started to
speak again.“Come on, it’s time for the
real tour.”At that, the rest of the men
left and Niklas followed his guide in the direction of the plane’s tail.

There, in large black font were the numbers 51-2366.Rodney began to explain, “this means that it
was built in 1951…”

Niklas cut him off, speaking as if saying his thoughts
aloud, “and that its call sign was 2366.”The other man looked at him with a face that said he was impressed, but
it was just a flicker and then it was gone, as he moved to open the hatch and
pull down the ladder that would provide them access to the interior of the
giant machine.Niklas felt a bit like he
was taking a step toward heaven as he entered – a step closer to Oma.That thought vanished quickly as he took the
first look at the instruments that made this metal monster leave the ground.Though he had seen pictures, he had never
really realized how small the space was.For how large the giant machine was, the control area was cramped and
Niklas found it hard to imagine three men operating in the tiny, olive green
compartment.The first looks left him
overwhelmed.He looked from one control
to another – many he recognized; many he didn’t.“What’s this?”He pointed to an object that looked a bit
like a small, upside-down fish bowl.The
water rippled just slightly as they moved nearer it.

“That’s the gyroscope.Gives the pilot an exact reading of his attitude to the ground.”The man went on to explain how the concept
worked, and though, as soon as the first statement was made, Niklas knew
exactly why and how it was designed, he listened and nodded appreciatively.The man then turned his attention to another
area of the compartment.Niklas looked
at the dash of controls.He recognized
much of this.It was just like the
images he had seen on television and in the many books and magazines he had
read on the subject.It seemed surreal
to be standing amongst it.“Used to be
that just a pilot, co-pilot, and navigator would fly this thing, but you’ll see
that there is another seat up there.”The
seat was barely that, but more like a cubby amongst the gadgets.And
that is where I will sit, Niklas thought.Just behind that thought came another that concerned him slightly.None of
this looks like what we studied in Tech School.

“What’s that?”Again he pointed to an unfamiliar
object.Cone-like in shape, hung just
above the ground and to the left of where the pilot’s feet would typically
sit.It was connected to a short hose.

The man chuckled slightly and then answered, “You don’t
know?”When Niklas shook his head, the
man continued, “Well, now is a good time to learn.It’s a mode of communication in case of
emergency while in flight.”The man
paused, Niklas nodded, and he continued again, “In case of electrical failure,
the crew can continue to communicate.”He pointed to the hose.“Sound
travels through the hose.It’s kinda
like the can and string phones fashioned by kids.”Niklas looked at the gadget, embarrassed that
he hadn’t known.“Actually, we can get
you to work right now.It has to be
checked once a month to ensure that it is working properly.It takes two people and we are here
anyway.”Niklas smiled.He was thrilled to serve some purpose so
soon.“Ok, all you have to do is pick up
the funnel and speak into it.I’ll be in
the bomb bay listening on the other end.”Niklas nodded.He felt good –
official.

As the other man climbed down the ladder, Niklas picked
up the funnel, ready to do as he had been instructed.He held it to his mouth.Obviously
hasn’t been used in a while, he thought.It smelled stale.“Testing,
testing.Can you hear me?Over.”He put it to his ear and listened, but heard nothing.Again he tried, “testing, testing.Can you hear me? Over.”He returned the device to his ear.Nothing.Great, first test and it’s going
to… His thought was cut short by a familiar sound.Dammit!Now what? Once again he was surrounded by
the sound of laughter.He replaced the
nozzle to its hook and headed down the ladder to find that Rodney and the same
group of men were laughing riotously.“What now?”Niklas was beginning
to grow tired of being the laughing stock of the place.

Through his laughter, Rodney struggled to respond, “It’s
not an intercom.It’s connected to the
honey pot!”Again, he rolled with
hilarity.

Just to add insult to injury, the same goofy, lanky man
as before put in his two cents.“It’s a
freekin’ outhouse for the sky!”

When Niklas got home that evening, he had many stories to
share with his wife, but he was sure to leave out the part about putting his
mouth where another man had once had his family jewels.

The next day things were far more serious.There were no practical jokes and very little
laughter.The Staff Sergent offered
Niklas a cup of coffee and then started in.Niklas was entirely caught off guard.After the day of exploration, he had let his guard down a little, but
now the man before him was anything but jovial.One question after another was thrown at the new member of the Hurricane
Hunters in a sort of test.“I heard you
were the top of your class.Surely that
means that you were able to retain more than the average soldier.”The man said between the first and second
interrogative inquiries.Niklas only
nodded, stood straighter, and answered each to the best of his ability.

Apparently he passed, because a few minutes later,
without warning, the other man ended the conversation and walked away.Not entirely sure what he was supposed to do,
Niklas followed.The man stopped at one
of the desks in the large open area.“This is to be your station,” he stated, without turning back to
Niklas.It wasn’t as much a desk as it
was a workbench, complete with tools right alongside the pens and pencils.In place of the typical office chair, there
was a simple, old, dented, metal stool.“You’ll work here when not on the flight line.”With that the man told Niklas to occupy
himself with the materials left there for him and then turned and walked away.

About Me

From the time of my childhood with my Oma, it has been
instilled in me that Fate or Destiny was to be my guiding light my entire life.
To further cement this believe into my soul, some years ago a friend recruited
me to aid him in a project he was working on. It was not the object of this
project that fascinated me as much as the little booklet he printed and packed
with the object. In short, the title of the booklet was ‘The pyramidal threat
of life’. It was his believe that each of us was a threat in the tapestry of
life. We, the threat , were pulled off some huge spool and inserted into the
weaving machine. From that moment on we would cross paths with many other
threats. We, as a threat, would break and be repaired to continue on our way.
At some point another threat would intersect hours and we would be knotted
together to continue our joint venture. We had tight the knot. Unfortunately
all threats end at some point and we are left behind, perhaps forgotten, or we
could have made an impressive statement with our threat that we would go down
in history.

There was something missing to me. I searched for some time
and finally realized that to little emphasis was placed on the ‘spool of
threat’ we came from. This spool used to contain the threats of our ancestors,
who, through the makeup of the material of the threat had left us with their
character and hence the threat that still remained on the spool was that of my
future generations who would inherit the trades of my ancestors and those I
would pass unto them

So no matter what I did or didn’t do, my legacy will always
be a part of my tapestry of life. Whether anyone would see it and interpret it
cannot be said for certain. No matter, we are all there for history, preserved
forever .This book, placed in the darkest corner of a library, covered with
spider webs will still bear witness to the deeds a few did for the many.